Rejecting All My Alpha Stepbrother Mates.

I was 8 years old when I realized my parents didn’t love each other. They never got along. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, for me to make me think they were the perfect couple and parents for me. It was all just an illusion. It failed woefully. The minute I saw my father give my mom a dirty slap across her face while I was standing in front of them in their room to show them my report card from school. And my mom laughed bitterly and also slapped him harder across his face. “Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on me. You jerk.” She cried out in a pant as her face turned red with anger. Their unfriendly stares sent chills down my spine. I felt horrified and had no clue that my parents were this violent and abusive. Whenever they saw me, they always had this look of contempt, wishing they flushed me down the toilet and weren’t born into existence. They acted like I was a burden to them and the reason they were together. Both of my parent’s eyes revealed so much of how they despised each other’s presence. I never knew why they hated each other so much when they seemed like the perfect couple. I sometimes think they hate each other because of me. That I was the problem. My father got married to my mother because she got pregnant while they were dating and my mother didn’t want to give birth to me out of wedlock and be a single mom. Her reputation was at stake. She was the daughter of an alpha, the leader of the Bloodline clan, and it will be a disgrace to take such a route to ruin her family’s name into the mud. My father had no choice but to take her in as his wife and to avoid the wrath of the Alpha. My grandfather. My father was always busy at his office and my mother was constantly away from home. While I was at home with the nannies. I would wait to see them every day, but they hardly showed up. They were both filthy millionaires, and I always wondered why they had to work so much. I only see them once or twice a week. And when they get to be together at a dining table, instead of having a peaceful dinner with each other, to make up for the times they’ve lost with me and between themselves, they quarrel. They were always arguing, fighting, beating each other up as if they were cold-blooded enemies forced into marriage. Their lives scared the living daylight out of me. I was lonely and was always all by myself. Sometimes my mother would lock me up in the closet to avoid seeing her terrible marriage, and what her life was with my father. While staying in the closet, I would cry my eyes out and close my ears to avoid hearing their shouting and screams. Their relationship was quite toxic until my mother finally had enough of my father when she found out he was having an affair. "I can't believe you cheated on me. You piece of shit." My mother cried out and threw her glass of wine at him. She divorced him. She packed all her belongings and took me along with her as we both moved to another pack. I never saw my father again. And he didn't even care to fight for my custody. As soon as I turned 10, my mother encountered her fated mate and got married to an Alpha, the leader of the Pure Bloodline pack, who became my stepfather. He warmly accepted me and took me in as his daughter and introduced me to six of his sons, who were alphas. He had six alphas as his sons? What kind of alpha has this many children? I wondered. And these alphas were going to be my big brothers? My stepbrothers? I was dumbfounded and couldn’t process my thoughts properly. How could I live with these alphas and there were no females among them either except for my mother? For sure, I was a little frightened. I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there staring at them, dumbfounded, wondering how my life was going to be living with these alphas. ‘Come on, say ‘Hi’ to your new sister, sons; My stepfather indulged in the introduction, but they just kept staring at me. “You brought in another child? And this time, it’s an Omega? Aren’t you tired of your promiscuous ways, father?!” one alpha uttered sarcastically with a scoff and stepped a little forward towards us. I could sense how furious and disgusted he was because of his pheromones. “Lykan.” Another added. “Compose yourself.” “Why should I compose myself, Aiden? Stay out of this, butt-head.” He snapped and faced my stepfather. “Aren’t we f*****g sick and tired of seeing more of our bloodline every f*****g year? Our lives are always gonna be a competition and a bloodbath if you keep bringing in more kids. We are 15 already and you brought in a 16th child and a new Luna too. How many lives would have to be ruined and traumatized before you understand that you have to stop this madness?” There were 15 of them? How is that possible? “If you ever talk to me like that again, Lykan, I will make sure…” “Yeah. Go ahead, father. Lock me up in a dark room so I will go insane and then I will never have to be your puppet again.” “LYKAN.” My stepfather yelled at him and uttered. “Show some respect.” Lykan chuckled and laughed mockingly for a second before he said. “Y’all make me laugh. A gold digger and a man w***e. You guys are perfect for each other. Good luck with your marriage. Congratulations.” He laughed and revealed a deep frown. “I’m outta here. Don’t have the time for this bullshit.” He annoyingly muttered and walked out of the living room. “Lykan, come back here this instant.” But the lad just kept working upstairs without taking a glance at us for a second. My stepfather, Aaron, sighed and patted my shoulder and said, “Don’t take that to heart. He’s just pissed off because of his performance at school. He will definitely come around.” But we could all tell what he was talking about right away and it wasn’t about performance at school. He was right. There were too many of them and seeing the unfamiliar faces of more people he didn’t know made him mad, I think. And why was he calling my mom a gold digger, when she was also a wealthy woman, too? They got married because they were fated to each other by the moon goddess, not because of his wealth.